I took a quick shower, my eyes closing as the warm water pelted down on my hair, flattening it down to my back. I sighed, then turned it off once I was done, and grabbed a towel. I put one around my head and the other to cover up before I slowly walked out of the shower.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene before me. Fabian was mostly dressed in black trousers and a black shirt, the buttons open halfway. He was standing by the bed, his eyes thin, his hair falling in unruly strands to his forehead.
He slowly turned to me, his eyes dropping below my face. Without a word, he turned away again, and I could hear him suck in a sharp breath.
"Sorry," I said, my hands coming around me. "I... I shouldn't have come out like that."
He tilted his head upwards a little. "How else
